Marvel Imagines pt. 5

One Womans Trash, Another Man's treasure 2 ❤️‍🔥 Royal!Bucky

Song: Order of the Phoenix - light and dark soundtrack  (it's so beautiful)

Warnings: Victoria being mean af, Bucky already smitten, fluff, angst, Steven being a joker.

James looks around the small room, there's barely enough room for a bed and a chair, it's cold as well. The temperature change is definitely noticeable.
He shivers as he rubs his hands together, even his breath is able to be seen in here.

You seem uneasy to him, but you're less tense than when the queen spoke to you.

'Can I take a look?' He asks carefully. He sees your hesitation. 'I won't hurt you.. Steven and Samuel  would both have my head...'

'Why?' You ask as you turn around.

'Because they hate unnecessary violence, you've also given us a place to stay... they don't harm the people that do good...those who do bad however...' he looks down at your arm.

'I've heard... your reputation is quite well known here... the queen seems to be swooning because of it...' you reply. 'It was an accident...' you hurry out when you notice the staring at your arm.

You grab the medical supplies needed to soothe this wound, you always have those supplies hidden in your room, lets say accidents happen more often than not.

'Those burns aren't caused by an accident, unless you didn't feel the pain, but judging by your behaviour, you very much felt it...' He takes the supplies from you.

He gently guides you to sit on the bed while he kneels in front of you. You lay your hand gently on top of your leg and rest it there for him to inspect.

He makes sure to put some cream over your arm before he wraps it up in a clean bandage.

'Why do you care?' You ask suddenly, he actually startled a bit from the sudden question thrown into the silent air.

'Whatever do you mean?'

'Why do you care about a servant like me? No royal ever hardly does..' your eyes avert to the ground.

'Those royals who don't care about a wound this big, shouldn't be royal at all...' he replies while his blue eyes stare up into yours suddenly.

Your eyes search for any indication of mockery or taunt, but there is none, he is genuine.

'She won't be happy you left to care for me...' you speak up without thinking first, a common trait amongst your family.

His eyebrows pull together into a frown.

'The queen... she will not be happy that you aided a maid like me...'

'And why would that be?' He asks as he rises off of the ground and sits down right next to you on the small bed. It creaks out a protest but you're sure it will hold the two of you, for now.

You hesitate, it's the way you glance at Bucky and everything around him that gives that away. Should you really tell him? What if he's one of her people to test you and your mind?

'She doesn't like being left alone.. especially not because of a maidens silly accident..' You lie.

'Very well, then I should find her and apologise.. but only because I left her with Steven, not because I tended your wound...' He smiles at you softly.

It sends a chill up your spine because nobody has looked at you with this kind of warmth since your father lost the battle to his illness.

'I never caught your name... what is it?'

'Y/n.. your majesty...' you answer.

'Allow me to thank you Y/n... for taking us in on such a horrid night...'

'You're welcome, your majesty...'

'Please call me James...' he replies before stepping towards the door. 'I hope to see you around, be careful with that arm, it takes a long time to properly heal.. Trust me, I have some experience...'

Now that peaks your interest, before you can ask anything further he is out of the door and has closed it behind him. You're left sitting on the bed in a daze.

The King of Brooklyn just asked you to call him James, said he wouldn't apologise for coming to your aid and has experience with burned limbs apparently, that is certainly not your everyday conversation with a royal.

'So you're the queen of this beautiful land?' Steven asks Victoria.

'Oh yes! It's such an honour to be their queen, the people here are lovely.. ever since my family passed, they've been there to help me gather the kingdom back up...'

'I'm so sorry for your loss...' Steven sympathises. 'That must've been awful...'

'It was... especially my dear sister... she was everything to me before she...' Victoria adds in a dramatic pause and brings out the waterworks on a slow pace. Just enough to remain pretty but also show fake sadness regarding you.

Steven gets lost in the act of course, but not for long. Bucky comes back around and immediately locks eyes with Victoria. Her tears seem to vanish like snow under the sun.

'Queen Victoria, I am so incredibly sorry for leaving you with Steven.. but I am here now and completely devoted..' he bows before he and she gives him a satisfied smile.

Steven has the urge to burst out in laughter but all he can muster at the moment, without angering the queen, is a small snort.

James shoots him a warning look before looking back at Victoria. He gives her his biggest fake smile as he hooks his arm. She lays her hand in the crook and guides them towards their rooms.

As soon as he bids Victoria goodnight, he closes his door and immediately let out a long sigh. 'That queen is a handful...' he speaks up while Steven sits down on one of the two beds.

'Yes, I do hope that snow storm is going to lay down soon, if I have to put up with her for longer than week I might go crazy...' He chuckles which earns him a laugh from James.

'Steven?'

He hums in response as he starts pulling off his wet shoes and tossing them right beside the fire place.

'Do you think that burn was an accident?'

'Like the maid told us? No, I do not think it was an accident... why do you ask?'

James moves over to his own bed and sits down, he repeats Stevens actions perfectly. 'Just out of curiosity...'

'No... not out of curiosity... you don't ask questions about women unless... you're interested...'

'Steven, I have known the woman for mere hours.. I was just curious if I wasn't the only one who notices the lie...' He snaps. 'Something is going on, I have a feeling that we are here for a reason... I found that woman for a reason...'

'Always one for dramatics..'

'And I am going to find out what that reason is...'